Njousi Abang

He Died Standing - Poem by Njousi Abang

He died standing
In a Banquet Hall
Waiting and wanting
More of what the world offers all
Who seek, knock and receive
His craving for more was total
At 81 he wanted more
Of what most die without attaining
But he kept on like most do here
He hung on to the magic strings

They want to die standing
As if sitting down to rest
Will take them away to an early grave
Their logic is logically sound:
We fly when we are yet unborn
We stand when we are young and active
And we crawl when we are old and weary
And we sit forever world without end
When we move into our graves
Only our souls fly out of our bodies
As we sit down to rest forever
So why sit and die early
When you can stand
And avoid dying early?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

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